The end of the transparent sky continues into the distance.
I choose freedom; I can see tomorrow.

I closed my eyes sadly in a storm of tears and sand.
Become strong; sharpen your skill; wings, you can cut through the darkness and fly.

I’ve heard the legend that on the other side of the harbor,
There is a single flower of pearl.
I want to show it to you without folding it.

The mountains are linked together and become a group of curves.
The scenery without solitude brings all of my emotions to the surface – it’s beautiful…

“After that, then after that, I wonder if we’ll be able to see anything.
Maybe I can’t read the truth yet,
But I believe that I can pass through the things that stand in my way
And struggle on to the other side.
When that time comes, even if I’m not there…
I’ll be like the supple bamboo.”

In order to release the things that even I keep bound,
I must look after myself and go through, more than anyone does.

With the song that sounds in the deceptive wind, I lose the feeling of distance.
The things I can merely see are not an answer – I’ll continue to believe.
If the blue of the sky is painted over, I’ll lose my sense of direction.
Even then, it’ll be amazingly fun – I laugh from the heart.

The wingbeats of the birds become a group of blessings.
There was nothing to fear.
The answer always lies within myself.

The end of the transparent sky continues into the distance.
I choose freedom; I can see tomorrow.